I just completed this piece; I call it Apartments in the Afternoon and as you can see from the title of this post, it gives me a nostalgic feeling. It reminds me of being a child, and maybe I was a weird kid and the only one that did this, but I suspect not; I'd walk by houses, apartments, whatever and look in the windows. Not like creepily peering in, but noticing, glancing as I passed by. Sometimes there'd be no curtains, or if there were, they were sheer, so you'd see a tiny glimpse of life. I'd see a fat cat in a window and wonder what his life was like. Did his owners treat him well? They sure seemed to feed him alright. Did they only have that cat or did they have kids too, maybe a boy like me, or better yet a pretty girl? Did they have jobs, was there a mom and a dad or just one? What did they do, what did they think about? How would I feel if I lived there? What did they eat? I'd make up little stories in my head of what I imagined the inhabitants to be, a lonely retired teacher with only a budgie's song to keep her company, a single young guy, practicing his dance moves before going to the disco (that one, I don't think I really imagined, I mean if it's dark out and you walk by and can see a strobe light pulsing, well.... even a child can figure that out), or maybe just regular people like me.
This piece reminds me of that; of the wonder and imagination that simply walking past a window can evoke. On another note, thank goodness we live up high enough that you can't even catch a glimpse in order to try to imagine what goes on in here! LOL.